Dear Joanna
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- sr71plt
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- Gay Sex Stories
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- africa, awakening, deception, gay anal, gay seduction, historical, interracial, letters, scandal, sexual predator
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Summary
I had already seen all of the rooms, not knowing which one was to be mine, but as he rose, so did I. Walking down the hallway, he placed a hand on my buttocks, and I shuddered in anticipation. He fucked me in the same position I’d seen him fuck Adam in just a bit earlier. As he was doing it, the first native I’d seen coming out of the house appeared at the bedroom door.
“One of the sifting machines has broken down at the diamond operation site, Mr. Paxton,” the native said without showing a bit of surprise that Paxton was mounted on my ass on the bed, both of us buck naked. “I have sent for the mechanic, but I am reporting it in case you want to see what broke before it is fixed.”
“Good, Thabo,” Paxton said in a breathy voice but without dropping a stroke. “Don’t let the mechanic work on it until I have seen it. I’ll be along when I’m finished here.”
When the native left, Paxton said, “That is Thabo Towehaar, my right-hand-man in the operations. You may have noticed that he’s a hunk compared to the bushmen of the region. He’s a Zulu. They come from the north and are given all of the respect they want from the natives of this region. They’re considered fearless and fearsome. It helps to have him with authority in the field here. But I’d advise that you not let him catch you alone unless you crave death by hard fucking. He’ll do you if he can get you alone, and I’ll not stop him.” He laughed and continued his stroking inside me.
We went for several days on Paxton’s schedule. I found I could work with it, and I enjoyed him topping me in bed much more than I had enjoyed Heyward. So, life was good.
Then came the day that I decided to check out the field operations. I started with the mines. The day was hot, and I was melting, so I took off my shirt and slung it over my shoulder as I walked along the river and toward the field. The company grew everything from fresh produce to wheat in their fields. It was delivered to Cape Town to resupply ships rounding the Horn going between England and India. It had been quite a lucrative business and still was, although it wasn’t as lucrative as the mining they now did around the Orange River for gold and diamonds.